37: The Sweet surrender

Brielle's pov

Like a lost pup, I followed my nemesis; if lust could kill this instance, I would be announced dead in less than seconds. In between, my thigh feels the heat; it judges the want and needs to be separated massively apart.

Good lord! Have I been this submissive to sin? Have I been down facet rotten? Just the thought of Jace's smirk tingled the sexual urge in me. I watched his bedroom door swing for me to come in.

I inhaled deeply. “Forgive me, Lord!” I whispered before entering the room. To my wildest surprise, Jace was sitting bare-chested on the bed with a white towel circling his waist. His hair damped from the bath.

I swallowed hard as I inhaled the solid sexual memories I'd had in his same room. My sins started right in this room. Innocence—I grave for mercy, but I crave the Mercies of Jace's dick. I wanted him, and I eyed him as his beautiful eyes emb